Two Mondays ago, I hurt my ankle in basketball practice. It was the first practice. In fact, it was the first half hour of the first practice. In fact, I wasn’t even doing anything cool, exciting, or spectacular. I was just running after a ball. And there I went, landing on my ankle. I heard it… Continue reading My way is not God’s way
Being stretched and pushed to be a better teacher has been the best thing for me. It has forced me to depend on God wholly and fully.
My 9th grade English class is a Creative Writing class. I have them write a paragraph each day based off of a prompt that I give them. I give them about ten minutes to work on it in class, and if they do not finish, then it is homework. Although grading is not one of… Continue reading What I didn’t do. . .